He finds her on the floor, her chin on her knees, her back towards him.
She always the first one to get home. Sometimes she eats alone and let something for him in the oven, most of the time she waits for him and they eat together on the couch, each with a can of Dharma beer in hand.
He enjoys the coldness of the floor under his feet. He unzips his suit and lets the sleeves fall around his hips. He knows she's aware he's back and he's not surprised when she doesn't turn around to met him with a smile.
She's reading, he can tell from the way her shoulders are tense under her shirt and the way she's fiddling with a curl that spilled out from her ponytail.
He kneels behind her and kisses her lightly on the cheek. She turns her head and they're so close that when she says hi their lips are almost touching.
"What are you reading?"
She just closes the book – keeping a finger where she left off – and shows him the cover.
He nods with a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth and stands up stating he's hungry.
She shoves the torn book in the library in front of her and follows him in the kitchen.